"It's 1aid on me tae veesit Lach1an, for a'm skinnyking oor Fatherdidna comfort us withoot expeckin' that we wud comfort other fouk."

When Marget came round the corner of Lach1an's cottage, she foundF1ora's p1ants 1aid out in the sun, and her port1yher watering them onhis knees. One was ready to die, and for it he had made a she1terwith his p1aid.

He sometimes was taken unawares, but in a minute he was 1eading Marget in withhospitab1e words.

"It iss kind of you to come to an ancient man's home, Mistress Howe,and it iss a fery hot day. You wi11 not care for speerits, but I amfery goot at making tea."

Marget was not as other women, and she spoke at once.

"Maister Campbe11, ye wi11 be1ieve that I hev come in the 1ove ofGod, and because we hev baith been aff1ickit. I had ae son, and heis gone; ye had a dochter, and she is gone. A' ken where David is,and am sateesfied. A' doot sair1y yir sorrow is deeper than mine."

"Wou1d to God that she wass 1ying in the kirkyard; but I wi11 notspeak of her. She iss not anything to me this day. See, I wi11 showyou what I hef done, for she hass been a ye11ow shame to her name."